That’s Entertainment!

Jack and Grady are casual extras in the adult erotic movies made by WrinkleTheSheets productions. Since the day they were caught making out behind the catering trolley during the filming of Spurtacocks, their director Gerry has decided it’s safer and more entertaining to keep them on the payroll, even if their devotion — and lust — for each other makes them rather unreliable players.

They support the darlings and divas of the company, from the vain Quinn to the surly Tomasz. They spend their time on cheap costumes and camoflauge, sex toys and phallic props, re-creating alternative classic movies in X-rated pastiches as never seen before. And throughout all the fun and banter, Jack and Grady’s modest love affair is a model of honesty and faithfulness.

But Jack is beginning to have doubts. Grady’s sex drive is generous and he’s always eager for novelty. Jack’s no longer sure he can satisfy that, worrying Grady is bored with him — that Grady wants something else. If only Jack had the nerve to ask outright. Instead, he has to rely on uninvited and distinctly dubious relationship advice from his fellow actors. Why is Grady keeping secrets? Just what are the strange noises coming from behind the locked door of their shared trailer? And does poor Jack really want to find out?

Gerry put a hand on Jack’s arm. “Just one hour left of filming today, you know. We need Sperminator 8 to our distributor by the end of the month or it won’t be released in time for Christmas.”

“No pressure, then.” Quinn smirked at Jack over Gerry’s shoulder.

“Could you just go in and …?”

“No. I’ll wait for Grady to come out,” Jack said, loudly.

Gerry pursed his lips. “Whatever.” He tucked the clipboard under his arm. “Maybe one of the catering boys will step in. We can hammer the robot torso to fit someone else. We can re-attach the hanging eyeball …”

“You still have that sad puppy look, Jack,” Tomasz said. “There is nothing wrong with Grady, I’m sure. You’re a couple, I have never seen two guys more together. Ever since that day Gerry found you both behind the trolley for refreshment …”

“Making out when you were meant to be extras for the Spurtacocks crowd scene,” said Quinn.

“… and I couldn’t believe you’d do it in such a public place,” Gerry said. “So many times.”

They all turned away from the trailer and started ambling back on set. Jack watched them go for a moment. Quinn yanked down the edge of his camo pants where part of the frayed seam had got caught between his buttocks. Tomasz shifted his headpiece and yelped when the edge of it scraped his ear. And Jack could hear Gerry muttering something like “Can’t get the staff.”

Jack sighed deeply, and his gaze returned to the closed door of his trailer. He was glad to see the back of his friends, really, even if they meant well. He needed some time alone, to think things out.